Like this:

BITCH… or whatever one calls an ungrateful, female cat who blows off her human mother… the one who RESCUED HER from ABANDONMENT outside of their condo, ignoring her husband’s disapproval, only to later bond with that same, reluctant, samurai father.

This is the man who protested having another kitty taking up residence then, when the door shut behind us, to our unit, acted as though he had pushed her out of his womb during childbirth, and argued, for A WEEK, about what we could name the feline.

Now, when hubby (in a heavy, Japanese accent) yells out, “Chloe-san! Chloe-san! Run, Chloe, run!” She doesn’t just do the normal cat food commercial, twinkle-toes, “skipping to her food” move, but actually GALLOPS, like a HORSE to that man, I married.

When I call “Miss Thing” by her proper name, she kind of just looks over her shoulder at me, with a cold glance, rolls her eyes and starts walking away, in the opposite direction (unless she’s in the mood for some maternal affection, of course).

Is this because her older, furry siblings, eight and 10 years her senior, are territorial about me and try to bully her away from my attention? I don’t know.

ANIMALS LOVE ME!!!

THIS IS WRONG!!!!

“Hot Sake” (my spouse) knows it, too, and loves to play the devil by telling me that the independent brat of a “Papa’s girl” likes to lovingly exclaim, “Hi, Daddy!” then, immediately change to an annoyed expression to ask, “Where’s Heidi?”

NO RESPECT!

Even more appalling, they look alike…

Look at that chick’s resentment… annoyed that I interrupted their quality time.